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I 'as thumbin' through the want ads
In the Shelby County Tribune When this classified advertisement caught my eye It said take immediate delivery On this '57 Chevrolet Half ton pickup truck We'll sell or swap for a hide-a-bed an' thirty five bucks Call one four O, ring two and ask for Bob Well I called Bob up on the telephone He says "Hello this is Bob Speakin'" I says is this here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale He says "Yeah" I says where are ya He says "fourteen east on county twelve Turn right on the one lane gravel road, You can park in the yard, beware of the dog Wipe yer feet off, knock three times'n bring yer billfold Well I tooled on east on county twelve Turned right on the one lane gravel road And I parked in the yard and a German Sheppard come out'n grabbed onto my leg Then I knocked three times'n wiped my feet The dog let go an' the screen door opened And Bob come out'n says "whadaya want" I says I come to see yer truck He says "follow me...come on Frank"...Dogs name is Frank Well we all went passed the chicken house Through the hog pen and down to the tractor shed And then wound up in back of the barn in afield of cow pies And settin' right there in a pool of grease was a half ton Chevy pickup truck With a nineteen sixty license plate A bumper sticker that says vote for Dick And a Brillo box full of rusty parts And Bob says "Whadaya think?" Well I kicked the tire and then got in the seat And set on a petrified apple core And found a bunch of field mice livin' in the glove compartment He says "her shaft is bent and the rear end leaks You can fix 'er quick with an oily rag Use a nail to start her, I lost the key Don't pay no mind to that whirin' sound She'll use a little oil, but outside of that she's a cherry I says what'll it take He says "whadaya got" I says twenty eight dollars and fifteen cents He says "you got a deal, sign here I'll go get the title an' a can full of gas I put the nail in the slot and fired her up And she coughed and belched up a bunch of smoke And I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard Well Frank jumped in and bit my leg And I beat him off with a crowbar He jumped on out an' the door fell off And the left front tire went flat I jacked it up and patched the tube And Frank tore a piece of my shirt off Then Bob come out an' called him off Says "you better get on outta here I went left on the one lane gravel road Went fourteen west on county twelve Took two full quarts of forty weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station And I pulled up to the regular pump And then Harold Sykes an' his kid come out Said "I've seen better stuff in a junkyard And where'd you ever get that truck I said that's a long story Harold I'as thumbin' through the want ads In the Shelby County Tribune When this classified advertisement caught my eye It said take immediate delivery On this '57 Chevrolet Half ton pickup truck We'll sell or swap for a hide-a-bed an' thirty five bucks Call one four O, ring two and ask for Bob... |
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